How to be a poet

Words can be like 
a boys first day of 
school – shy and 
afraid to leave home, 
until the other kids 
challenge him to a 
footrace. Then the 
world becomes a 
playground for him 
to show-off his 
superhero cape. 
An expo to flaunt his scars. 
To flex his muscles. 
To fall and get back up 
like nothing happened. 
Like you didn’t just make 
a fool of yourself in front 
of the pretty girls 
playing hopscotch.

Haha...

I would have never 
guessed those artless
days were teaching me 
how to be a poet.